Freedom immaculate
Under the auspice
Confined me by the
Token of tears
Worth the omen was
Never seen
Such a sight
Flowing down
Nobody touched, and
Was touched by nobody
The only grudge left
Was the beloved cry
Never the drops
Knew its origin
How then an ocean
Came into being
Under the upbeat
The string vibrated
Fret resonated
In an audible play
It was just a drop of skin
Which shed the upper layer
Under was the divine peace
Bubbling with jest and joy!
Under the auspice
Confined me by the
Token of tears
Worth the omen was
Never seen
Such a sight
Flowing down
Nobody touched, and
Was touched by nobody
The only grudge left
Was the beloved cry
Never the drops
Knew its origin
How then an ocean
Came into being
Under the upbeat
The string vibrated
Fret resonated
In an audible play
It was just a drop of skin
Which shed the upper layer
Under was the divine peace
Bubbling with jest and joy!
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